Pu Dingliang's face was shocked, his heart was shocked, he glanced at Qing Xiaonian who was breezy and calm, and said, "What kind of fingering is this?"

Qing Xiaonian crossed his waist with one hand, raised his unusually slender index finger with the other hand and shook it in front of his eyes, with a hint of playfulness on his face, and said, "Finger engraved Loulan." ”

"Finger engraved Loulan ......" Pu Dingliang muttered and repeated, he had never seen such a strange fingering, and if he really didn't break Loulan, he would never return it.

Qing Xiaonian sighed and said bitterly: "Turn back to the shore, General Pu, you are a smart person, let me take the princess back to the Central Plains, I will not be here." ”

In the final analysis, Qing Xiaonian is still soft-hearted, and after learning the truth about Dajin's demise, Qing Xiaonian has changed his mind, he is already a little suspicious of the good and evil in the world, he doesn't want to meddle in this matter, but he doesn't want more people in the world to die in vain, many people are innocent.

Pu Dingliang, who came back from the shock, turned pale after listening to Qing Xiaonian's words, and said coldly: "To put it easily, some people turn back to the shore, but some people turn back to the grave full of bones, and our Dajin people have long since stopped living for themselves." ”

Qing Xiaonian was stunned, what a sad sentence it is to not live for himself, the dead are dead, and the surviving are dead.

At this time, Pu Dingliang took out the silver soft sword coiled in his waist, the sword was as thin as paper, like a silver snake winding into the air, the air scraped by the sound of the sword crackled, flexible and sharp, and Pu Dingliang's body was also covered with a layer of coldness.

Qing Xiaonian naturally felt a chill, glanced at the software in Pu Dingliang's hand, and couldn't help but admire: "Good sword!"

Puding Liang seriously wiped a trace of pride, and said: "This is the sword given by the first king Wanyan Lie, made of thousand-year-old cold iron on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and the name is frost willow sword." ”

Qing Xiaonian sighed again, "Is there really no way out?" ”

Pu Dingliang shook his head, he still wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only look at Qing Xiaonian with a resolute look in his eyes, and there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

Qing Xiaonian understood and sighed: "Let's make a move." ”

As soon as the words fell, Pu Dingliang raised his sword and stabbed, Wanyan heard the rain and wanted to open his mouth to stop it, and swallowed the words to his mouth, maybe this is the fate of Dajin, and the only thing that can be taken out is hatred.

The remaining ten Jin Ling also moved, rushing towards Wan Qiuxuan, spring, summer, autumn and winter were already on guard, slowly falling down the ebony rattan chair in his hand, instantly pulling out the sword on his back, and raising his sword to greet him.

The hall was in a scuffle at this time, and the frost willow sword held by Puding Liang turned into a silver light and approached Qing Xiaonian, before the sword arrived, Qing Xiaonian felt a layer of coolness, the closer to the sword, the more cool it became.

The frost willow soft sword was like a silver snake in Pu Dingliang's hand, fluctuating, and the silver shadow was just a silver white one at first, but in a moment it turned into a trillion, everywhere.

Qing Xiaonian was shocked, this strange swordsmanship and the extremely flexible frost willow sword, Qing Xiaonian didn't dare to be careless, held his breath and gathered his fingertips, raised his hand to greet the most prosperous place of silver light!

Pu Dingliang was shocked, surprised that the other party had cracked his own swordsmanship, at this moment the frost willow sword had been bent into dozens of sections and was held by Qing Xiaonian on his fingertips, but Pu Dingliang did not stop moving, his wrist shook and continued to strengthen, the frost willow soft sword was like a weak wind blowing willows, it was really like a silver snake squirming in Qing Xiaonian's fingertips, Qing Xiaonian also strengthened the sword, and retreated again and again, seeing that his back was about to lean against the wall and there was no way to retreat, and then it was another true qi that crossed his fingertips, but Pu Dingliang suddenly retracted!

I saw that the frost willow soft sword was bent into hundreds of sections, Pu Dingliang shook his backhand, the frost willow sword became straight in an instant, and Pu Dingliang borrowed the sword to close the momentum!

Pu Dingliang spit out a mouthful of thick blood.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared outside the main hall, holding a pair of barbed silver hooks, and hit Pu Dingliang's back!

Qing Xiaonian shouted urgently: "Be careful!"

Wan Yan also shouted when he heard the rain: "General Pu!"

It was too late for Pu Dingliang to turn around, and a pair of silver hooks had already pierced into his back.

At this time, everyone saw the black shadow of the clear Dao, and it turned out to be Chen Bengu!

Chen Bengu didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, and his two hands continued to pull out the silver hook with force, and it was cut out along with the muscles of Pudingliang's back, and suddenly the flesh and blood were blurred, but Chen Bengu's face showed an extremely hideous smile, like a fanged hungry ghost from the underworld, without humanity.

Pu Dingliang spurted out another mouthful of blood in an instant, and he moved his upper body with difficulty to look behind him, and his originally meticulous flower hair was already messy, and his eyes were glaring angrily. The hand holding the frost willow soft sword trembled and stabbed at Chen Bengu's chest, he didn't dodge, but unfortunately Pu Dingliang was already weak, and the sword body was bent into a weak circle in front of Chen Bengu's chest, but he was never able to pierce his clothes and pierce his flesh, Pu Dingliang fell, his eyes were not closed, and he lost his breath.

Wanyan listened to a heart-rending cry from the rain, and suddenly, a cloud of silver mist rose from the bottom of her sleeve, and seven falling plum ice needles drew out the colorful light, like a rainbow piercing the clouds towards Chen Bengu, gorgeous and extremely feminine, Chen Bengu couldn't dodge, so he could only lean his body slightly to dodge as much as possible, but there were still a few falling plum ice needles nailed into Chen Bengu's left arm.

Dengshi's bare left hand turned black in an instant, Chen Bengu's face sank, and his right hand picked up the silver hook and slashed towards his left arm without hesitation.

There was another miserable scream, and the left arm and the silver hook that had been pierced by the Ice Spirit Silver Needle had been cut to the ground by Chen Bengu himself, and the texture of the flesh tendons was exposed to the air.

Luomei Ice Needle is also made of the thousand-year-old cold iron at the top of the Snow Mountain, but it is just the leftover material of the frost willow soft sword, and the needle body is carved with patterns, this needle is extremely poisonous, if the skin is broken, it will die in an instant.

Wanyan Tingyu didn't stop there, his body shook, and he went straight to Wanqiu Xuan!

When he was three feet away from Wan Qiuxuan, his speed slowed down significantly, and he was noticed by Dongmei, who was still fighting, and kicked the strong man in front of him with a whip kick, and hurriedly turned around and used a Lingshuang sword to stab Wan Yan Tingyu.

Qing Xiaonian shouted: "Don't!"

It's a pity that the sword has taken a cold glow, and the rain has fallen to the ground.

Qing Xiaonian was discouraged, and hurriedly rushed to listen to the rain, hugged it into his arms, and covered his face with frost: "Why are you so stupid." ”

Wan Yan Tingyu's face turned pale, and he smiled sadly: "This is my fate." ”

Qing Xiaonian shook his head again and again after hearing this.

Wan Yan listened to the rain and continued in a weak voice: "If I say I don't want to kill you... Would you believe it..."

Qing Xiaonian nodded again and again, and the corners of his eyes were a little ruddy.

After listening to the rain, he said: "Then I asked you at the inn..." Is it true?"

Qing Xiaonian nodded again, at this time he felt that he was choked by a pair of withered hands, and the words were stuck in his mouth.

Wanyan listened to the rain and smiled, smiling very poignantly, like the last cold plum in the ice and snow withering, and it was also the last vitality in the extreme cold was covered. She stretched out a jade to climb Qing Xiaonian's cheek, wiped the tears from Qing Xiaonian's eyes with her thumb, and murmured softly.

"Will you take me home?"